Friday, May 10, 2013

Don't Care What They Say....

I’m not sure how this started. Can’t quite
pinpoint the exact moment when I first felt my tummy flip, my insides
flinch and pull with uncontrollable want just thinking about you. Don’t
know when this shifted from a playful flirtation, a fun but respectful
flash of bare skin, giggles…lowering of the eyes just before things get
too intense. Not sure how we got here but here we are and….I need to be
with you.

I’ve gone over all the reasons why it’s
wrong, sat in my comfortable bubble of familiar…tried to find resolve in
the touch and smells of my commitment but now I find even when I’m
safely tucked against the chest of my chosen one….you come to me. It
seems that no matter how tightly I try and board up the little gaps you
seem to find a way in, some little crack, a tiny unseen and unsupported
doorway and there you are again. My eyes tightly closed, the fear of
losing my way, my heart writhing and pounding against my chest….my
breathing becoming more labored and desperate with each imagined and
painfully ached for touch.

I’m afraid. Afraid of being found out,
afraid of letting myself slip into a relationship that from the
beginning has been based not on mutual understanding or paths to the
future but on a primal, animalistic craving that holds me hostage to
thoughts of devouring each, and, every inch….to draw from your well until this
insatiable thirst for you is quenched. Afraid that once I surrender and
first take you between my lips, feel your power land upon my tongue,
afraid that once I swallow that thirst will become a part of me that I
will never be able to completely quench…your moisture the only cure. I’m
afraid but….I need to be with you.

So here I am....

Exposed

Vulnerable

Shaken

Terrified

Confused

Naked

Eager

Trembling

Yours….

I don’t care what anyone thinks…fuck, not even sure I care what I think but….I’m ready and I need to be with you.

webb,The trip was a mix of outrageously fun and horrifically bad....which is why I opted not to write while I was there. Who wants to hear from the whinny twat that is all, "I'm in Europe and it is suckie"? I sure as hell didn't want to. The good way more than made up for the bad and Barcelona has stolen my heart!

Jess,I know, I know, I've been a bad blogger....wanna spank me?! I just rant through the wines and you should be here missy, you would totally geek out. Oh and I'm not a tease, there is a hint about which wine, or wines, are prying my lips apart in this post....